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//could put this blog on permanent hiatus. I just ain’t feeling it any more.

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“Oshín!” Dottie said with relief. Reaching with trembling hands to take him from Babs. She began to cry. “Oh, you’ve gotten so big…”

The kitten had grown a little while staying with Babs.

There's two knocks in the door. She could easily enter, Dottie has gave her a copy of the keys. But she preffers to just knock.

"Dottie! Its me, Barbara! I brought food and my bundle of sunshine is with a babysitter so we talk freely"

She says while she waits for her. That babysitter was certain man she had to pick up from the hospital because of a broken arm. But who counts it? She's just there.

( @babsggordon )

Distantly a familiar voice called “coming!”

After many sounds of different locks sliding or clicking open, the door opened.

And there stood Dottie. Wearing her brightest colour clothes. She looked pale from lack of sunlight and her hair was a tangled mess, in a bun atop her head. Glasses missing.

“Barbie!” she said eagerly.

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period drama appreciation week 2024

favourite costume(s): satine's red dress

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Ooc//

Some fun lore about Spotted Dick aka the Dottie / Dick ship with specifically @officialnightwing

Dottie calls him ‘Birdie’ as an affectionate nickname. This is not just a reference to Robin/Nightwing!

It’s also a kind of light used in theatre!

A birdie is a type of miniature lantern that’s ideal for hiding in small parts of a set or along the downstage edge of the stage. It provides a surprisingly bright soft-edged pool of light. Although the beam is sometimes unevenly spread, the benefits of having a punch of light where no normal lantern can go are massive. (Source)

Dottie calls him that because he’s the light of her life.

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“They broke,” she replied. “I’m working on ordering a new pair, but it’s hard when I can’t leave the house.”

She gestured to her ankle, where a square clunky tracking device was cuffed. House arrest.

“How are you? How is Sebas? Where’s Oshín?” She asked in rapid succession. Bringing Babs inside.

There's two knocks in the door. She could easily enter, Dottie has gave her a copy of the keys. But she preffers to just knock.

"Dottie! Its me, Barbara! I brought food and my bundle of sunshine is with a babysitter so we talk freely"

She says while she waits for her. That babysitter was certain man she had to pick up from the hospital because of a broken arm. But who counts it? She's just there.

( @babsggordon )

Distantly a familiar voice called “coming!”

After many sounds of different locks sliding or clicking open, the door opened.

And there stood Dottie. Wearing her brightest colour clothes. She looked pale from lack of sunlight and her hair was a tangled mess, in a bun atop her head. Glasses missing.

“Barbie!” she said eagerly.

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listen to my heart can you hear it sing? come back to me and forgive everything!

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how wonderful life is now you're in the world.

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"It's just gorgeous. It's such a great thing to share. I always say this: When you get to share something like that together, it's yours forever." - Nicole Kidman on Moulin Rouge and working with Ewan McGregor

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why live life from dream to dream? and dread the day when dreaming ends. MOULIN ROUGE! (2001) dir. BAZ LUHRMANN

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There's two knocks in the door. She could easily enter, Dottie has gave her a copy of the keys. But she preffers to just knock.

"Dottie! Its me, Barbara! I brought food and my bundle of sunshine is with a babysitter so we talk freely"

She says while she waits for her. That babysitter was certain man she had to pick up from the hospital because of a broken arm. But who counts it? She's just there.

( @babsggordon )

Distantly a familiar voice called “coming!”

After many sounds of different locks sliding or clicking open, the door opened.

And there stood Dottie. Wearing her brightest colour clothes. She looked pale from lack of sunlight and her hair was a tangled mess, in a bun atop her head. Glasses missing.

“Barbie!” she said eagerly.

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I’m at my old apartment.

Thank you for getting me out.

Oh, finally! I will go see you

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Well at least under house arrest I can’t be forced to go to the Wayne Summer Gala.

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Dick never asks for help and I have no idea where he gets it from

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//y’all ever like

Want your OC to be in a certain scenario or situation but like

With characters that it’s unlikely it would occur that you doubt muns of those characters would want to play along with the concept?

I hate roleplay anxiety and imposter syndrome

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“You can’t break me out of Arkham,” she said softly. “Someone worse could slip out at the same time.”

She took a deep breath. “Take the time you need to, I’ll…” She couldn’t promise to be strong. “I’ll live.”

"I'm here to see a patient"

Barbara said to the guard showing a fake badge that was imitating one of the GPCDs. She chose that one instead of the psychiatrist one because with a simple printed order she could get exactly were she wanted. To Dottie.

She walked through the halls with a feeling of foreboding, being directed by a nurse who took her to a visitors' room where they made her wait until the "patient" was called.

Not her first time visiting Arkham, but it was a first time entering as civil. Back when she was Batgirl she used to break in to do interviews. And now, as a visitor it gave a whole new feeling of weirdness and unwellness.

No wonder why everyone scapes as sane as they entered.

( @babsggordon )

Dottie was escorted into the room. Dressed in the black-and-white striped prison scrubs. Hair a mess. Looking pale and haunted.

“…officer,” she greeted Babs, since she had pretended to be part of the police. She glanced at the guards — they were being listened to.

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Dottie was definitely going to wear this to senior prom if she hadn’t been suspended from school at the time